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I was fortunate enough to watch the memorial service streamed online last night. I got to BE the fly on the wall as some of rocks larger than life legends came by to speak and say goodbye to one of their own and mourn together. I was riveted. I was glued. I hung on every word. His monstrous stack stood on the stage, red light glowing, with his patch filled denim vest hung on the corner and his mic stand raised to the heavens as always. The rest of the stage was filled with... flowers (including an iron cross made of roses and a speed rail as long as a man is tall I know would have made him laugh.) These men that were gods to so many (including myself) without fail had a laugh and a heartfelt cry talking about their friend. I cried several times during it, but I flat out lost my shit when a gentleman from Motörheads road crew spoke. His voice, racked with grief, told how Lem always took care of him and his boys, and so they always took care of him. When he pulled out his pass and put it on and said he was so PROUD to be able to put it on the first time, just as he was this last time I had a puddle of warm tears in my lap.
Halford spoke, ever the gentleman
Mike Inez from Ozzy
But the other two that really stood out for me were Lars-who before Metallica was the president of the Motörhead fan club, and without that band-no Metallica. No metal as we know it.
And of course the savior of rock and roll himself Dave Grohl closed out the service. The man is a remarkable songwriter, but an even two is better than one chords storyteller. They then struck an Eb chord on his bass and leaned it on his Murder One Marshall and let it feedback into oblivion just as he had countless times before.
Lemmy said in an interview years prior:
Reporter, "How would you want to be remembered?"
Lemmy, "As an honest man. As an honorable man. (Then he started that infamous sly grin) But that's not gonna happen, is it?"
But it did happen. Ian Lemmy Kilmeister Frasier was known the world over as a good, honest man. As a true friend. As a bastard, and a bastion, and the living embodiment of what it meant to be rock and roll and cool.